“Is Master pleased?” she asked me.In answer I kissed her and smiled, and she radiated pleasure with her entire being.Yes, she was a slave. And I k...ew that even if she went home after all this, she always would be a slave now, always need to please someone, and would probably be destroyed by the counseling they would give her to try to “cure” her. I think that was when I began to understand the nature of women, that any woman, no matter how strong, will submit to a man she finds strong enough to. She only disengaged as they got to their table and Angie went behind Shelly pulling her chair out for her, Angie kissed her again softly after she got seated. They spent the next two hours talking, eating, and sharing food back and forth in each other's mouths giggling. their waitress said that they looked exquisite together making them both smile softly. It was at that particular moment that Shelly knew how comfortable she was with Angie and she smiled again. Then she got the idea that it was. I started slapping her face with my cock, not real hard at first, but as the hardness returned to it, the slaps got harder. Mom didn't say anything, she still had that same look of contentment on her face as she did a few minutes ago before she swallowed my load."Okay mom, you seemed to have enjoyed that as much as I did. Trust me, there is a lot more cum where that came from and I plan to fill every hole on you I can. Did you like the taste of my cum, you had better because it's about to. Iverified all of this and it seemed to be hushed up because your filthycoward of a husband was so rich.As the persistent rumor that's been going on since that ship sank, yourhusband was THE ONE male passenger that got off that doomed shipdressed as a woman.I hold him personally responsible and his damned mistress for the deathof my beautiful daughter.So, I curse your husband and all his eldest male descendents. They willlive in a velvet prison as women until they die. They will have aconstant.